Rachel made up her mind to stay and tried her best to help Holley clear her name. She did it mostly for herself.
She was afraid that she would be influenced by Holley and had to live the rest of her life in fear. She clearly knew that she was still deeply in love with Charles. She hoped that one day, she could stand in front of him to confess her love to him openly and with great pride.
Even though she got stuck in the mud, she still anticipated a chance to pull herself out of it and to embrace her beloved Charles with clean hands one day.
With such hopeful ideas running in her head, Rachel wasted no time. She drove to Silver Corporation immediately. She stepped on gas and her car zoomed along the empty streets. She was eager to find out whether any clues were left there.
The lobby was almost empty when she entered the building. She tried her best to hide her arrogance when she approached the reception desk. The receptionist just finished talking to someone on the phone when Rachel inquired her in a polite tone, "Hello, could you tell me if you saw anyone suspicious or noticed anything unusual on the day that Mr. Zhan was murdered? Anything at all that you remember?" Rachel put extra effort to keep a gentle tone.
"Nope. Except you and Miss Ye, no one else met Mr. Zhan on that day," the receptionist replied firmly.
She tried her best to compose herself, but Rachel still seized a flash of dodge in her eyes.
Rachel was sure that she was hiding something, but she failed to get any evidence. It was a really terrible feeling to be stuck in such a helpless situation. The anger blew out in her heart but she tried her best not to show it.
Being stuck in such a difficult and helpless dilemma, she suddenly thought of a wild idea. 'Perhaps, I could ask Charles for help.'
It was precisely an excuse she needed, since her true motivation was to create a chance to meet Charles again.
Although the gap between them, caused by too much misunderstandings and unhappiness, had grown, at this moment she was still willing to lay down her self-esteem and seek Charles' help.
She thought, 'Perhaps he still remembers our past love, right?' Actually, Rachel was uncertain that Charles still did, but she still kept a glimmer of hope in her heart.
In order to encourage herself, Rachel bought several bottles of wine and brought them back home. She was planning on drinking tonight. She used alcohol as a crutch. She opened her first bottle and started to pour half of it into her glass. Taking her first sip, she couldn't help but smile.
It was not clear how long she had been drinking. A lot of the bottles, now empty, lined up on the table in front of her. She held to one of them, which was still half-full. Sitting on the sofa, she felt as if she was on cloud nine—lighthearted and relaxed.
She took another sip from the bottle she was holding. She could feel every drop as it flowed inside her mouth soothing every tensed nerve she had and clearing her all thoughts off her head. Rachel almost fell in love with such kind of feeling—relieved and stress-free. It had been so long since she last felt at ease.
The happy memory of her first kiss with Charles popped into her mind. Actually it wasn't even her first kiss. To be honest, their first kiss was not the same as the exaggerated description—"uncontrolled heartbeat where the world suddenly seemed to stop."
The true feeling was more like how she felt now—comfortable and relaxed.
However, at that time she acted more excited than she thought. Maybe that was given. All people who were in love felt excited most of the time. She always thought that she would forever be in the warmth of Charles' embrace.
Now that was all in the past. It was useless to look back.
Rachel wore a bitter smile on her face as she continued reminiscing.
She remembered those days when he was still courting her. Whenever she encountered any troubles, Charles would help her solve all of them as long as she acted pretty spoiled.
But now, even if she wanted to ask for Charles' help, she had to make numerous preparations to find courage to meet him.
'Rachel, how do you finally lose your love?'
Rachel sighed.
She felt the weight on her eyelids, forcing them to close. She was not even sure what time it was. The night was long enough and she had no intentions of waking up and breaking away from her beautiful dreams. Finally, she succumbed to its silence. The sound of her alarm broke her sleep. Sobering up, Rachel stood up holding her head as she felt a minor hangover. She still had to face the reality.
She stripped off her clothes and went straight to the shower. Half an hour later, Rachel started to carefully apply her facial mask and then painted her face with an exquisite makeup. Even if she was begging help from Charles, she was not willing to appear in a dispirited image. She stared at her reflection to check how she looked.
She didn't know how long she stopped in front of the mirror. Finally, she picked up her handbag and walked out of the house.
It was another sunny morning and traffic was light as usual. It only took her less than half an hour to drive from her house to the Shining Company. The lobby was busier today for some reason. She silently made her way to the reception desk.
Rachel slightly knocked on the reception desk to call the staff's attention. "Is Mr. Lu at the company? I want to meet him," she asked with a tender smile.
The reception staff looked at Rachel. She was absolutely not a stranger. The staff was initially mesmerized by her presence. She used to see Rachel's face on the weekly magazine before. It took a moment before the reception staff snapped back to reality. She looked at the lady who was smiling in front of her. The difference was that at that time she was the Mr. Lu's girlfriend, but at this moment, she was nothing.
"Sorry, Ms. Bai. Mr. Lu is not at the company today," the reception staff replied politely.
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